I ran a plain English workshop with a company in London last week. I stayed over at my sister-in-law’s and got to spend a few hours travelling the city on my own.
It took me back to what I now recognise as a terribly exciting and formative period of my life, back when I was regularly visiting the capital to meet my agent
, make plans and sell A is for Angelica
Last week’s solo trip has given me another mini kickstart and, when not running a one-man content business, I’ve spent an awful lot of time thinking about and working on my novel in progress.
Being in London, even for 24 hours, has provided an unexpected confidence boost that I can’t really explain. Call it nostalgia. Or some weird trip down memory lane. Whatever. I heartily approve.
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